I woke up the next morning feeling a little funny. But I like couldn’t put my finger on what it was or why. My brain was just full of questions. Like why I had a bruise on my arm? I tried to ingore this bruise to try and figure out what the heck happened last night. We were watching Juno, he began kissing me, shirt came off…...ugh what happened next?
The I caught sight of my phone, sitting there on my dresser. There was one person who would know the answer to my questions. I grabbed it and texted to Andrew: Did….did anything happened last night?
He always took awhile to respond so while I waited I got dressed. When I finished with that my phone had vibrated. I picked it up and checked the new text. It was Andrew responding: Yea, lots happened last night.
I almost dropped my phone at that remark. I wasn’t imagining things. I wasn’t dreaming.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I have sinned….and loved every minute of it.**********
Things were going great now. Andrew finally did love me and acted like I existed a lot more now. I stopped caring what Peyton and others thought about the two of us anymore. It was just him and me, me and him.
Then my annoying older sister, Michelle came from her home in Colorado.
My sister enjoys messing around with me and my mind all the time, saying things that really shouldn’t be sad aloud but she does anyway. So having her visit while I’m super happy wasn’t going well with me.
Then one morning when I PMSing I stormed down the stairs, only to literally run into Michelle, “Damn it Michelle can’t you pay attention?” I growled at her. She took one look at me and the first thing she said was, “You’re pregnant.”
“What?! What the hell?!” Of all the things she could say, that?! “No way Michelle! Not possible. I haven’t had sex.” I lied.
“Oh, sure sure. That’s what they all say.”
“I’ll prove it to you. Got one of those damn pregancy tests?”
“I surprisenly do. C’mon.”
“Ok, so how do I read this thing again?” I asked Michelle, holding a pregnancy test in my shaking hands. “Well a blue minus means you’re not pregnant, pink plus means you are.” I set it on my bathroom counter and pulled my stool up, staring at the test. It was silent for a bit. Then Michelle cleared her throat, “Uhm, you know Lorraine that the answer isn’t going to come up that fast, you can walk away from it.”
“No I’m fine.”
“Ok, well….” She stopped herself for a bit, but then asked, “Who was it?” I continued staring at the test, knowing what it was she was asking about. I sucked in a raggy breath and answered, “Andrew….Beck.” I saw from my mirror as Michelle nodded then walked out of the room, leaving me to my terrible thoughts.
What happens if it comes up positive? Andrew probably wouldn’t care. He’d love me anyway. I know it.
A little, light pink plus appeared in the window.
Oh dear god.